The Rules Of Redemption

CHAPTER #23: Yeah, That's A Bummer.

I slowly begin to drift back to conciousness when I hear my name being called over and over again.

Blinking my eyes open a few times I snap back to reality to find myself sitting at a small table with Miles sitting across from me, looking at me in guilt. I'm pretty sure he could see the same look in my own eyes, only a hundred times worse.

I look down at my hands and my thoughts are confirmed when I find them tied to the chair just as Miles were before and most probably still are now.

I search my surroundings, taking everything in, which is incredibly hard considering my head won't stop it's torturous hammering.

I notice that the room's completely empty aside from Miles and I and the table and chairs we are currently occupying.

"Have you been up since I found you?"

He nods in reply, cringing at the pain in his neck.

"How long has it been since I got knocked out?" I ask in a hushed tone.

"Don't kn-know for sure, I th-think about two hours." He tries his best to reply.

Hold it together Trinity, now's not the time to break down.

My thoughts are interrupted as Drake himself decides to make an appearance, walking down the stairs with the guy I punched in the face earlier beside him.

When our eyes meet my body bubbles with rage again, where as his face lights up at the sight of me.

"Oh good, you're up. Did Trinity have a nice little nap?" He asks in a joyful tone that only fuels my rage even more.

I remain silent, refusing to give him want he wants, what everybody always wants from me, a reaction.

"What's a matter, young Trinity is finally at a loss of words? HA, that would be a first!" He keeps egging me on, however I'm still not going to give the sick fuck what he wants.

Finally he realises that it's not going to be as easy as he thought to get a reaction out of me and that he's going to have to try a lot harder than that.

So that's exactly what he does.

The bastard walks towards me and harshly yanks my face towards him, planting a messing open mouth kiss to my lips, all the while looking straight into Miles' extremely agitated and furious eyes, while Miles tried his very best to fight against his restraints, despite being injured and in a lot of pain.

Even though I know I'm going to regret it, without a second thought I open my mouth and bite into his bottom lip as hard as I possibly can and am extremely happy when he pulls away from the kiss as soon as my teeth came out to play, because there is no way in fuck I would be able to stop myself from vomiting if I got the stupid fuck's blood in my mouth.

I look around to see a pleased Miles, a shocked minion of Drake's and Drake himself sucking the blood from his lip with an amused look on his face.

Is this fucker crazy? I literally just re-enacted the movie jaws on his lip and he's entertained. Nope scratch that, it was a stupid question, of course the prick's crazy.

"See that's exactly what I like about you trinity. You have that spark in you, you're literally afraid of nothing. We could have been together Trinity, too bad you had to go and fuck Mr I'm so perfect over there." He finishes with deathly look in Miles' direction, the same exact look I've been giving Drake since he entered the room.

For some reason hearing him say this triggers me and what do you know? Smart ass Trinity has returned

"Yeah that's a bummer, but what's even more of a deal breaker is how small your dick is. I'm sorry but I don't want to have to use a microscope every time we have sex." I tell him in as serious tone.